#48 My Best Friend Shobie

I didn’t like Shobie the first time I met her during the first day of school in the Philippines. Her hair perfectly highlighted; a designer hand bag slung over her shoulder. Her long colored fingernails made her look like a witch. She introduced her self laughing loudly; she was flashy I thought the complete opposite of me, so I figured we’d never have anything to talk about.
Then few months later I found myself sitting next to Shobie at lunch. She seemed less lively that time than the first time I met her. “Is everything okay?” I asked her. “My husband died last month” she said, “we’ve been married for 7 years” I really miss him.
“ I’m so sorry, I know how you feel” I said. Soon we were in a deep conversation about our children. We are talked for 2 hours. At the end of our conversation Shobie gave me a hug.
Now, 11 years later, Shobie and I are best friends. She doesn’t hold back- before I left we made a commitment, that we will live close to each other. She did her best keep her promise, so she made it to America with her children, and now she lives in Connecticut. Every holiday we never forget to send cards to each other and for our children. We talk almost everyday over the phone, talking about our week in work and about our families. I have never met anyone else like her, and that’s what I love about her.